A strange world

Chapter 205 Chapter 58. Prisoner’s new life

Tucker and his fellow inmates walked around the square paved with rough gravel.

He was envious of a few other guys who were playing a game similar to Anderser ball, but throwing the ball into the basket. Tucker almost forgot the last time he saw this kind of play...as long as a walk in the sun.

The high walls resisted the cold wind, making the body feel less cold at noon. Tucker continued to do what he was told to do: walk under the wall and not look at the filming set - it was incredible that the "Fall of the Wizard's Tower" they had watched was actually made this way.

After dozens of minutes, when even walking could not dispel the chill, the girl named "Astolfo" next to the deputy warden ran over and told him to go back to the dungeon to rest. She was a lively girl. Sissi would have been almost as old as she had been alive.

"Go back to the dungeon and rest." This sentence would only feel deeply ridiculous to Tucker before, and what's even more ridiculous is that this sentence will make Tucker feel like he's going home now.

All this was thanks to the deputy warden... He interrogated everyone in the dungeon in those days, and Tucker told him that he was imprisoned in the dungeon for killing the gangster who sold his sister. Then the next day, the deputy warden said that he had found out the truth and gave himself two choices: release him now or work for him. In the future, he could go to Xingyue Bay with him, where there are delicious food and exquisite houses... Who knows, Tucker can't find his sister, Tucker doesn't care.

Thanks to the deputy warden. He was going to die, but now he doesn't have to.

Passing by the filming scene on the way back to the dungeon, Tucker heard the deputy warden saying something to the old orc, with a respectful tone. Then I felt a little envious... If I hadn't been so stupid, I would have been able to talk to the deputy warden now, like the old orc, without having to become a background?

Perhaps because of undue extravagant hopes, Tucker gradually lost his numbness, and some thoughts would always pop up in his head. For example, when he returned to the dungeon and saw four-handed cavemen fetching food, he thought, they are really born. Worker; when I see the rat people lining up honestly in the queue, I wonder why they don't use claws to escape; when I see the dull and taciturn Dadar's rice bowl, I wonder, he who is so good at eating has actually been locked up in the dungeon for dozens of days and has only lost some weight. ; Sitting in the cell eating with prisoners of a different race, I thought again, the deputy warden asked them to get together... did he want them to get to know each other?

Tucker, who was holding his job, approached an elf and said hesitantly: "My name is Tucker, what's yours?

The elf ignored him, but a reply came from next to him: "I am Pakpafa."

Tucker raised his neck and saw the whole centaur. They are as tall as horses, but have the upper bodies of humans.

"...You are lucky." Tucker, who saw that it was a mare, said, "Women and beautiful women are miserable in the dungeon..."

These will be selected by the noble officials outside. After being sent to the dungeon, it will be the turn of the dungeon guards, and finally the prisoners. No woman can get out alive... No prisoner who doesn't have a few days to live doesn't care what he gets into.

"They're lucky, too."

Pakpafa tapped his hooves. Tucker looked seriously at the centaur who was two heads taller than him and his strong physique: "You are right, they are lucky not to have met you."

Tucker and Pakpafa chatted awkwardly, and then he discovered that these races not only had similar experiences to them, but also had similar ideas. Even the deputy warden agreed to take them to Xingyue Bay.

When I was still imagining what Xingyue Bay looked like, I heard the caveman's prayer next to me: "Thank you Annan for your gift..."

It held up four hands and prayed devoutly before picking up the bowl and spoon.

"Who is Annan?" Tucker asked strangely.

"That's the Deputy Warden. He's Jack, and he's the King in the North."

"But I heard they call Deputy Warden, isn't Olme just right?"

"That's Annan's disguised identity."

A big shot like a prince disguised his identity in order to save lowly commoners like them? Looking at the brown rice and fatty pork slices in the bowl... Tucker believed it.

And the deputy warden does look a bit like Jack in the magical image.

While talking to the centaur, Tucker slowly ground the food with his teeth. The centaur's ears suddenly stood up, and then Tucker heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor with the cell door open.

The surrounded King of the North appeared in the corridor, and then looked here.

"Who's that guy sitting with the centaurs and elves?"

"He is Tucker, the prisoner who killed the gangster for his sister."

Annan remembered. After knowing what happened to him, Annan sent people to find the whereabouts of his sister, but the investigation was terminated after tracing to the Kamis camp.

Kamis Camp, also known as the Land of the Unreturnable, is located in a cave on the southern outskirts of Betar City. Countless evil transactions that cannot be put on the table, and that even the nobles feel inferior to, are carried out there...

Annan thought for a moment, then went over to say hello to Tucker and Pakpafa, and patted Pakpafa's broad back to let her recover.

The foreign race Li Annan left behind paid special attention to centaurs and gnolls. The former were natural warriors and archers - perhaps contrary to common sense, but centaurs did not have cavalry, and their forward upper bodies could not withstand the impact of cavalry clashes. Therefore, the centaur tribe has always been widely distributed in grasslands and hilly areas in a nomadic form.

Their adult weight of 800 to 1,500 pounds gives centaurs unparalleled strength, and their innate talent for archery allows them to attack farther than other races and move faster than other races. Annan hopes that Pakpafa can bring his tribe to Xingyue Bay. As for Xingyue Bay, there is no grassland...the forests in the south will become grassland after being cut down.

The latter Gnolls hoped to get in touch with the Gnolls near Xingyue Bay.

There are also races such as rat people and cavemen. Annan also has the idea of ​​attracting similar species and expanding the species in Xingyue Bay. Will Xingyue Bay become a mess if there are too many alien races? Is this 100 pounds of wood cut down by humans nobler, or is the 100 pounds of wood eaten by ratmen more despicable?

"King of the North, are my people still alive..." Mozali, the only remaining elf, asked.

Annan looked at it sympathetically: "You should know that no matter the cold winter or the chasing guards, the patrolling mercenary group will not let them go..."

Not only Mozali, but also other races will not have the chance to see those clan members who escaped from prison.

In the afternoon, they heard that a cold wave was coming and it was snowing, so they switched to shooting in the dungeon, waiting for the weather to clear and the snow to melt before continuing. Annan gave the prisoners full freedom. As long as they did not leave the second floor, they could enter and leave the cells freely. A clean, bright, and warm dungeon will always give these prisoners the chaotic illusion that this is a dream.

In any case, the pain of the past is far away from them, and a new future is waiting for them in front.